Anger At Joy Poem by aMan Bloom

Why am I angered by her sweet words?
Is it that she must find external meaning in wonder?
That she insists on religiously anthropomorphizing nature,
its beauty and its creatures,
making it, as she repeats, ‘beyond us’?
Removing us from nature through illicit connection –
a fraud, a fiction, the creation of humans alone, who require meaning
and a purpose attached to their meager needs,
rather than acceptance
and proper reverence,
humility,
knowing-not-knowing,
lost for words ?

But why anger; why not pity
or dismissal – or apathy?
Perhaps I feel that she leads us away from nature
rather than to her
Away from holy sacred nature
and toward a constructed mimicry
a diminution, a way to control
and order…

Is this my friend or enemy, I don’t know,
for certainly she is earnest and wants a world of peace and appreciation—
But is that the earth on which I live;
Is her joy mine?

Is it hubris or humus,
and are they opposing?

Are they?


xxx